What family
cannot walk up two flights
to my journey’s fine end
Strangers
they come and go for me
Yet they do go
They allow collectors
my telephone number
Before they themselves call
Abandon is
the child they should have named after me
Such a bright smile
with purest joy
He’s family
A man dictates
in her own home
It’s his family now
The betrayal
of pleasuring to know someone
Snitchy
Family man
Wherefore art the others
who shed their blood
for blood
No photos please
Idle group hugs
appalls the High Priestess
until she can crop the photo
Can on something
end these Lycans
before they spread
Not even the moon wants to shine
without the sun
when they go on
Two flights too much
Like making a space trek
beyond their zone
Careful is the Bible
that opens to God’s favorite
Even it can blaspheme toward her
And them
Who keep focus on her
It is a right
to be a part of what
you helped create
Invisible contract that is signed in blood
No copies made
Only memories
And promises
None kept
Some kept
Most were broken
Expected
Try and again
Time and again
See hope falter
Feel fire
The winning vote
crumbled up in the wastebasket
where you name can be read
like a 30 year old mag
And there you sit
in the corner
Waiting for your name to be called
Waiting
And more waiting
Then wrong number
Hope runs across the room
and appears
It’s late when Patience knocks
It’s late
Lights out
Turn the lights out
Be very quiet
You hold on to waiting
And don’t let go
Even when all the lights go out
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